The Electro Lesbian Club

Cassandra Nix stood at the door and begged. Bobbi Starr and Dana DeArmond stood on the other side, arms crossed, smirking. They told her she wasn’t woman enough for the club. She shot back that she knew it was all girls and she’d do anything. Anything. Dana grabbed her by the collar and dragged her into a piss-stinking stall. The toys came out fast—metal probes hooked to small black boxes. The first shock went straight to her cunt; her knees buckled. Bobbi pinned her shoulders while Dana worked the prod deeper, every jolt making Cassandra’s thighs jump. They zapped her nipples next, clamps biting, then switched to fists. Dana’s hand sank wrist-deep in her cunt, knuckles pounding; Bobbi’s fingers forced past her ring and opened her ass in hard, twisting strokes. Three rounds—pussy, tits, hole—left Cassandra shaking and drooling. Only then did Bobbi lift her chin and ask if she was ready to try for the list. The club’s still deciding.